A Hustler's Wife (BOOK 3)

Chapter Sixteen -- Wrong and Right

Chapter Sixteen -- Wrong and Right

I opened my eyes slowly trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. My head was banging from a headache and my throat felt dry from my crying and screaming yesterday. I heard light snoring coming from the other side of the room. I sat up quickly, making my headache worsen.

Ethic sat slouched in the lounge chair, sleeping. His face wasn't bloody anymore, but he did have a bad busted lip, a deep, red gash above his eye, and a few discolored spots on his face. I let my eyes roam to his hands that loosely sat on his lap. The right one was worst than his face and I think I actually saw the bone of one of his knuckles. The left one only hand a couple scratches though.

I shrugged. Could've been worst.

Ethic began to cough and stir in his sleep. I sat there watching him until he fully awakened.

"Damn, how long you been up?" His voice was deep and torn up.

I didn't respond as I continued to watch him. He struggled to sit up straight, probably because of the constant kicks I aimed at his side. Ethic groaned in pain as he gripped his side before looking at me as if I'm suppose to feel sorry for him.

I let out a short, loud laugh, making him bug his eyes a little. "Damn, who kicked ya' ass, Ethic?" I toyed with him with a smirk.

He shot me a hateful glare. "Fuck--"

"Fuck who? Me? Naw nigga, fuck YOU!" I yelled, getting amped up all over again. "Why are you even here? Did my father tell you I was here?"

I jumped up from the bed and got in his face. "Answer me!" I commanded him.

"No," he said angrily.

"No, what?"

"No, your Pops didn't tell me you was here."

"You're lying! Daddy's the only one who knows in the States!" I yelled.

Ethic sighed. "He didn't tell me, aight?"

I stood up straight and crossed my arms under my breast. "Well, who did?"

He clinched his jaw before looking away. "My homeboy, Demont."

"Demont? Who the fuck is--" Before the words could leave my mouth, it hit me. The Jamaican from the elevator!

I back handed Ethic, making his face turn to the opposite direction.

I don't know why I did it, I just had to take it out on someone.

Ethic looked pissed. He stood up and put his finger in my face. "Make that yo' last time putting yo' hands on me," he warned.

I rolled my eyes at him before turning around to flop on the bed. Now he wants to play bad ass.

Ethic sat back down in the chair and sighed. Minutes later, he spoke out.

"Why?"

I sat up in the bed, crossing my legs in front of me. "Why, what?" I asked him calmly.

"Why did you have to kill Red?"

"Why did you have to fuck that bitch and get her pregnant?" I snapped.

Ethic shot up from the chair and sat on the bed directly in front of me. "It was a mistake, Kaila. A mistake that I wish I could take back, but I can't. I got a beautiful daughter now and I wouldn't trade her for the world."

My hard demeanor inflated like a balloon stuck by a safety pin. I felt my eyes water before I looked away. I hate to hear him talking about another woman's child like he's suppose to talk about mine. It's.... it's killing me.